Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard

               It's dedicated to all you bitches
               Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass
               Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past
               Niggarette gave me gonorrhea
               Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina
               Boy you shoulda seen her
               She had a babyface creamer Purinas
               Called up talkin Tina
               I put my dick in a broom
               She blew my head like a balloon
               I had her walkin on the moon

               Verse Two: CappaDonna

               Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time
               Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind
               You walked by smellin like watermelon
               You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin
               My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick
               Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick
               My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy
               After that we can cheat, laid on the bed
               Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin
               Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my
               continous poke, compound
               Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it

               Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard

               Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog
               I pollute the air up like smog, bitch
               I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie
               My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy
               Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty
               I like it muddy or swampy
               By now you find your ass up shitty creeky
               Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV
               Blackberry squeeze
               Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks
               Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch
               Old hen please can't get a bank of these
               welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's
               overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850

               Verse Four: RZA

               Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles
               Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle
               Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue
               From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split
               I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot
               but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web
               She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf
               cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like members
               Big ass in tight denim
               Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women
               and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed
               This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void
               and shameless, her attitude was blameless
               Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist
               Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection
               The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection
               I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em
               Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom

               *woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh

                    You people are all trying to acheive the impossible
               That's exactly what we've done
                    But you'll fail, and you'll all die
               If we die, the next generation will fight them too
               And the one after them, for as long as they must
               And eventually we shall succeed